At times when it so happens that your'e all alone, you like it and you never want it to end. And then suddenly reality strikes, more than that, it's the feeling of 'I'm not thinking real'. when its over its all nice 'n ok, but by the time somethings' finished your balls stick to your legs like crazy glue, not to metion the baldness on the head. Little more than this would have taken me to he other side, I say, but its all me.
And I saw CRASH for the aeonth time and its like... its unreal but it sure does show up.
The face of ugliness is retarded.